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Pennsic: I'm not sorry to be alone
Jul. 27th, 2008 07:50 amYes, it's more Pennsic talk. Sue me. I leave in 25 hours.
A number of people have asked me whether I'm sad that Marc (my boyfriend) will not be joining me at Pennsic. Marc himself actually apologized last night for not being as excited about Pennsic as I was.
For myself, I'm not sorry at all, and there was no need for Marc to apologize (and I told him so).
First, the SCA isn't Marc's thing. He tried it, he found it wasn't for him, and he moved on. This doesn't bother me in the least. He's got his own hobbies that he gets excited about. He listens to me babble and that's good enough for me.
Second, there's a certain thrill in being solo at Pennsic. I don't have to answer to anyone in regards to how I spend my time. If I want to stay out late, I can. If I want to spend the day randomly camp-hopping, I can. If I want to unexpectedly take up someone's invitation to eat at their camp, I don't need to cancel any other dinner plans with my S.O. All this is for the good.
Finally, there's a certain thrill in being solo and outgoing at Pennsic. I meet lots and lots of new people. There's never a reason for me to be bored at Pennsic. All my friends take very good care of me and make sure I get all the hugs I could possibly want. Heck, they'd make sure I got anything else I wanted too, but I'm a loyal little monogamist.
So, that's this morning's reflection. Am I sad Marc won't be at Pennsic? Nope! I'm going to go and have the time of my life. And then I'm going to call him using John's phone (which he has graciously allowed me to use, as his long-distance plan is much better than mine) and tell him all about it.
A number of people have asked me whether I'm sad that Marc (my boyfriend) will not be joining me at Pennsic. Marc himself actually apologized last night for not being as excited about Pennsic as I was.
For myself, I'm not sorry at all, and there was no need for Marc to apologize (and I told him so).
First, the SCA isn't Marc's thing. He tried it, he found it wasn't for him, and he moved on. This doesn't bother me in the least. He's got his own hobbies that he gets excited about. He listens to me babble and that's good enough for me.
Second, there's a certain thrill in being solo at Pennsic. I don't have to answer to anyone in regards to how I spend my time. If I want to stay out late, I can. If I want to spend the day randomly camp-hopping, I can. If I want to unexpectedly take up someone's invitation to eat at their camp, I don't need to cancel any other dinner plans with my S.O. All this is for the good.
Finally, there's a certain thrill in being solo and outgoing at Pennsic. I meet lots and lots of new people. There's never a reason for me to be bored at Pennsic. All my friends take very good care of me and make sure I get all the hugs I could possibly want. Heck, they'd make sure I got anything else I wanted too, but I'm a loyal little monogamist.
So, that's this morning's reflection. Am I sad Marc won't be at Pennsic? Nope! I'm going to go and have the time of my life. And then I'm going to call him using John's phone (which he has graciously allowed me to use, as his long-distance plan is much better than mine) and tell him all about it.
